Chapter 643: What is Eternity?

If one does not establish the ten thousand Daos, how can one suppress the ten thousand ages?!

This voice drifted slowly into the ears of the white-haired old man, and it actually caused the anger in his eyes to diminish in a rare display.

The kind of lofty aspirations held by young people always makes an old man feel conflicted.

Just like now.

He watched Chen Yan from afar, as if a sour emotion were being ground into the gullies of his wrinkles.

He was too old; he had lived for too long.

Recalling his life.

At one hundred years old, at one thousand years old, perhaps both were still youth to him.

Twenty years old—too small, too young.

He should have forgotten it long ago.

But the moment this sentence from Chen Yan rang out, time seemed to return to those years.

At that time.

The sky belonging to the human race was occupied by endless darkness.

Malice eroded all living things, and the Ancient Gods looked upon the human world with indifference.

Over a period of one hundred years.

The human population regressed from over four hundred million to the final thirty million.

Within these thirty million, over seventy percent were Tainted-Blood Humans.

What are Tainted-Blood Humans?

They were humans who had been eroded by malice for generations upon generations, their bodies long since deformed.

Similar to the malicious creatures of today.

Logically speaking, in such an era, the human race should have perished long ago.

Countless people suddenly understood in their despair the reason why the human race had not yet perished.

Humans were like pigs and sheep kept in captivity, dying and falling in ignorance and confusion.

Humans are not the same as animals.

Humans have desires, wisdom, and despair.

In His eyes, humans were ants that could perform.

He liked to suck on the final vitality of the humans while watching one ant after another perform in despair before Him.

At that time, a heaven-shaking event occurred in the ancestral land of humanity.

Millions of people turned into crags overnight.

An entire city-state fell into dead silence.

History calls it the Tragedy of Broken Shi Cheng.

This tragic news spread instantly throughout the entire human race; countless people wailed, countless people screamed.

Perhaps it was just a deep breath He took unintentionally, a breath exhaled from a careless sigh.

But it was merely a single action from that terrifying existence.

Over thirty percent of the human race became charred corpses.

When the Divine Shaman of the human race led a large force into this city-state filled with dead silence.

Even the greatest Divine Shaman could not help but cry out.

As the supreme combat power of the human race, the Divine Shaman's weeping was despairingly heaven-shaking and earth-shattering.

She shouted to those around her, asking why on earth we live in such a world.

The followers were even more despairing.

The Divine Shaman was their faith.

She was their highest faith.

Yet now, their faith was actually so fragile and unbearable, so despairingly incomprehensible.

Everything had turned into despair.

But, right at the end of this endless dark night, the Divine Shaman and her group discovered the initial catalyst for everything.

They discovered the turning point of the future.

It was inside a broken ancient temple, where three men and women who had already turned into crags knelt on the ground.

Even though they had become stone statues, the Divine Shaman could still see that glimmer of hope in their eyes from when they were alive.

They were using all their strength to lift something up together.

In the palms of their hands, a naked baby was wailing loudly.

This crying sounded like the moaning of ancient tides, and like the roar of the gears of fate turning, carrying an obsession that transcended reincarnation.

The Divine Shaman looked at this baby, trembling.

The entire Broken Shi Cheng had perished, yet only this one baby had survived.

He seemed to have been born in response to Heaven!

He seemed to be the final glimmer of hope left by Heaven for the human race.

He was the spark!

The Divine Shaman brought him back, revered him as the Divine Son, and cultivated him with great care.

His aptitude was unprecedentedly powerful.

His wisdom even surpassed that of the Divine Shaman.

He was incomparably noble, the future bestowed upon humanity by Heaven.

He became the purest, most towering existence of the human race.

It wasn't until he was thirteen that the Divine Shaman discovered that even she could no longer defeat him.

In thirteen years, the human race's God-Child had become the human race's supreme combat power.

This allowed everyone to see hope, yet they also began to worry.

Because there was no one left who could teach him.

But why would an existence born in response to a heavenly mandate need the teachings of others?

The young God-Child raised his head, looked at the Divine Shaman, and spoke:

"My ambition is to suppress the ages and blaze a new trail for the human race!"

He was incomparably proud, and also incomparably confident.

No one would think he was telling a lie.

Because he had begun to create his own martial arts, and he had begun to study the Martial Dao alone.

His path of Thought Power surpassed the Divine Shaman, reaching the Eighth Rank.

And at this time, he was only twenty-one years old.

He began to organize an army.

He began to prepare for the expedition.

To strike against the Ancient Gods!

Even though the world did not know the realm of the Ancient Gods.

But he was already at the Eighth Rank; with a single finger, he could annihilate the former strongest of the human race, the Divine Shaman.

But he was no fool.

He spent a full twenty years assembling the army.

And at the moment he turned forty, his realm surpassed all previous ones, reaching a height the human race had never before attained.

Eighth Rank Peak.

Eighth Rank Peak—this was an unprecedented realm for the human race, the highest realm in the history known to the human race!

He desired to crusade against the Ancient Gods.

The Divine Shaman begged him to wait, to wait at least another hundred years.

But with just one look from him, the Divine Shaman's body began to tremble, and she could not help but feel the urge to kneel and worship.

"Mother.

No, you are not worthy of being my mother.

You do not understand me, because you are a mortal."

He looked at the Divine Shaman with a condescending gaze:

"And I, am a god!"

He did not lie.

Because, to the Seventh Rank Divine Shaman, he at the Eighth Rank Peak was indeed a god.

He came before his wife, looked at the infant in her arms, and revealed a smile:

"When your father returns, you will be able to live in a world without malice."

He stroked his wife's face, revealing a tender gaze.

And so, under the kneeling of the ten thousand people.

The expedition began.

He led an army of five million, heading north all the way.

They trekked over mountains and waded through rivers; they crossed the endless Forest of Malice and crossed the vast Swamp of Malice.

All the way, until they stepped onto the Glacier.

That was a glacier leading to the extreme north.

Boundlessly wide, boundlessly vast, boundlessly cold.

The soldiers were unable to endure it any longer.

They were still walking, but their feet had already been frozen to the surface of the river.

They looked at the God-Child's back, revealing gazes of determination and awe, before turning into ice sculptures.

He looked at the rows of ice sculptures behind him; even one as arrogant as he fell silent.

"I will change all of this, because I am me."

He murmured.

He was a god.

Then, he continued forward.

Until the very end.

Of the five million-strong army, only the final three hundred and fifty thousand remained.

That day, they crossed the glacier.

Yet at the end of the glacier, they saw a giant wall composed of endless corpses.

Composed, not piled.

Upon that twisted, strange, and indescribable giant wall, one could clearly see countless human body parts.

That giant wall blocked the entire heaven and earth, standing right there before them.

It could not be described with words; it was an aesthetic and madness that transcended dimensions.

That exaggerated combination and structure was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

It was as if, over countless years, the human race had been taken by Him and used to sculpt such a bizarre work of art.

Absurdity and deathly silence combined; strangeness and madness intertwined.

This scene transformed into the most primal bombardment, rudely and violently tearing apart everything he understood.

He, who called himself a god, stood just like that before the giant wall of corpses.

Stupefied.

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slowly hanging agape.

He, who had always been composed, always calm and self-possessed.

At that time, in that moment, he was taking deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

Deep breaths.

And then...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

This was his roar, his scream filled with madness.

He was like a cowardly, furtive rat, letting out a scream of terror born from the depths of his heart upon seeing a corner of the world's truth.

He clutched his head, his palms digging deep into his temples.

His body hunched, his mouth agape, the corners of his lips tore, blood sprayed, and the whites and pupils of his eyes shattered abruptly.

In that moment, he recognized himself.

So, he could feel fear; so, he could also be cowardly.

And then.

The legion behind him began to roar, each soldier enveloped by endless babbling.

Deep within their eyes, the light belonging to humanity vanished in an instant.

They screamed, struggled, began to smash their own heads with their own fists, began to kneel on the ground, crazily bombarding their heads, or thrusting their blades into their teammates' eyes.

They began to gnaw on each other.

In an instant, flesh and blood shattered.

Everything fell into frenzy.

And He never appeared.

Yet He seemed to be in the darkness, appreciating the scene unfolding before Him.

He seemed to be the operator of it all.

From the moment this Human God-Child survived in Broken Shi Cheng, He had begun His plan.

He watched the scenes unfolding among the human race with mockery.

He directed everything.

He was too bored; He hoped to see something interesting.

The story, having developed to this point, was the greatest climax He required.

As for that God-Child.

He sat blankly on the glacier, staring in despair at the giant wall before him, his eyes seemingly about to sink into it.

He wanted to be granted death.

Yet, the most desperate thing happened: he did not die.

The army of five million all died, but he did not.

Half of the entire human race's prime-aged males died, but he was still alive.

And that existence had never appeared.

At this moment, the entire story truly reached its climax.

He was dazed, returning the way he came as if he had lost his soul.

By the time he returned, his son was already forty.

He had lost his soul.

He became the greatest sinner of the human race.

That aged Divine Shaman, vomiting blood and dying, did not see him until the very last moment.

He walked into the deep mountains and just stood there like that.

One year, two years.

A hundred years!

"Father, I have created a new martial path."

His son arrived.

Unprecedentedly powerful, more noble than him, more extraordinary than him.

His son had reached the ninth rank of the Mind Power path!

Not only that, his son had created a new martial path.

The Qi and Blood path!

"Father, join me on the expedition."

The son looked at him with fervor.

Even though his own father was a sinner of the human race, he had always been his spiritual pillar.

Where his father failed, he would succeed.

He is at the Ninth Rank.

Not only that, he has pioneered a new Martial Dao.

With his hair already completely white, he looks at his son, astonishment and excitement surfacing in his eyes.

But the next instant, he once again recalls that memory which has tormented him for a hundred years.

That massive, giant wall, that bizarre and powerful existence.

"It cannot be defeated."

He murmurs aloud.

His son has left, and the look in his eyes as he departed had already changed.

Time passes slowly.

Another two hundred years.

For the first time, he walks out of the deep mountains, and from a great distance, he sees the scene of his son leading a great army on an expedition.

Separated by a great distance, father and son look at each other.

One is a towering general, the other is a beggar fleeing into the deep mountains.

For the first time, he walks into the human world.

Separated by a great distance.

He hears his son's voice transmission to him from infinitely far away:

"Father, I shall exterminate the Ancient Gods and suppress the eternal ages!"

Suppress the eternal ages!

The same words.

The same language.

The same expression and attitude.

Just like him on that day, just like the Master of Blood and Qi on that day.

Just like the Master of Will today.

This seems to be reincarnation.

It seems to be a reappearance of that day once again.

Across ten thousand years, it rings in his ears once more.

"The eternal ages?"

Inside the room, the white-haired old man's eyes are pitch-black like an abyss, as if they are about to swallow everything.

Did he succeed?

He succeeded, and he also failed.

"You are too young; how many years have you lived in total, and what is this 'eternal ages' you speak of?"

He murmurs, his voice heard by no one but himself:

"Do you understand the weight of the eternal ages?"

That youth created the Will Martial Dao at eighteen and became a Great Xia Heavenly General at nineteen.

More extraordinary than him, more extraordinary than his son.

However, him on that day, his son on that day, and Chen Yan today.

In the end, do they truly understand the weight of the eternal ages?

"In the end, it is just the youthful vigor I once had."

The old man lifts his head.

He has experienced too much.

He himself is a legend.

Chen Yan created a Martial Dao, Chen Yan broke the rules.

These things, he too has done time and time again.

He is qualified to say that Chen Yan understands nothing.

Only when you have truly experienced the eternal ages can you understand the weight of the eternal ages.

He sees Chen Yan still persisting, still gritting his teeth and fighting with his life.

At this moment, the old man has calmed down.

"He is being too reckless; won't you do something about it?"

The voice of the woman in the fairy dress comes, yet it receives no answer from the old man at all.

Above the throne, the woman in the fairy dress knits her brows:

"He is not a fusion of two Martial Daos, but three."

When the Blood and Qi path was first created, there was no elemental power.

Pure blood and qi, without grade, only quantity, and it was not powerful.

After the father died.

The Master of Elements harbored resentment and was also very afraid, afraid that the old man would strike at her.

At the same time, she was even more furious.

Her own father, clearly the other party's biological son, was actually treated in such a way.

But she also understood that the Blood and Qi path was weaker than the Horizontal Refining path.

Therefore, she traveled across mountains and seas, wanting to continue her father's Blood and Qi path.

Thus, attempt after attempt, life and death experience after life and death experience.

The woman in the immortal dress discovered that if she could combine the elements of heaven and earth with her own lifeblood, she could unleash the true power of the path of lifeblood.

She searched the heavens and earth, analyzing the method of merging elements with lifeblood.

Eventually, she finally brought the path of lifeblood to true prominence.

And she also created an auxiliary martial path unique to the path of lifeblood.

Elemental Martial Path.

Whether it was a coincidence or the will of heaven.

The birth of the Elemental Martial Path, however, made the lifeblood martial path even more similar to the ancient elemental divine beasts.

"He possesses an undying will and can indeed remain temporarily unkillable, but if he continues to take risks like this, he will die even with an undying will."

The woman in the immortal dress frowned and spoke.

She could tell that the aura of destruction on Chen Yan was growing increasingly intense.